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thefuturequeen's Gwen Battle Winter '09. One is a poem, the other is prose.
Title: Mending
Author: kaizoku
Notes: Gwen, gen. 430 words. Betaed by the superb![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Mending
Gwen has socks to darn, a rip in her dress to sew up, and a pair of Morgana's boots that need mending. As well, Merlin brought her some mail yesterday that he needs a hand fixing and a broken sword that's definitely not fixable at all. Not to mention the crack in the window fitting that's letting in a draft.
Then there are the people problems. Morgana is out of sorts with both Uther and Arthur; Arthur isn't speaking to Merlin; and Merlin is annoyed with Gaius for some reason she can't finagle out of him. Gwen went to have a chat with Gaius earlier and told him she thought Morgana was still having trouble sleeping, though she hasn't said anything. She didn't see Morgana all day (Gwen suspects she went off for a long walk by herself) but she put flowers on her table and tidied the room up a bit. She didn't get a chance to talk to Arthur, but she smiled at him in the hallway and he actually smiled back, so he must not be too bad off. These things between Merlin and Arthur seem to pass over fairly quickly, anyway.
Uther is not a problem she can sort out -- nor would she try. Gwen hears things though, like about the invaders from the north and a contested throne in Dumnonia, and she knows those troubles must be preying on Uther's mind. When she sees him -- almost always from afar -- he often has a troubled look, as if his thoughts are far away. She pities the man, despite what he has taken from her.
Once in a while, Gwen imagines having that much responsibility -- an entire kingdom on your head. In some ways, she thinks, it might be easier. With so much power, you could change things quickly -- make huge sweeping amendments. And you could help so many more people. In her more daring moments, the idea appeals to her immensely.
Then there are other times when she can't stand being a part of this intricate tapestry of people and events. She has worked in the palace for seven years, since she was thirteen, and she knows from experience how important each link is, each knot in the thread -- how tied up in each they all are. For all her stitching, sometimes Gwen just wants to be ripped asunder, torn away from it all. To have no one depending on her and no one wanting anything.
And yet, strangely, it's easier for her to imagine ruling Camelot than leaving it.
Title: Sour Cherries
Author: kaizoku
Notes: A "quintina" (like a sestina but five not six lines/stanzas.) Gwen/Morgana, R. Betaed byallyndra.
Sour Cherries
Out in the orchard with Morgana
Picking the earliest cherries
One for the basket, two in your mouth
Sucking the sourness out
To leave a sweet taste.
Stretched on a branch to pinch off cherries
You followed her up and too far out
A rush of leaves and air and you taste
Dirt, the sting of blood, but Morgana,
She touches your mouth.
And then she stops and spits a pit out,
Leans forward slowly and her mouth
Is on your mouth. Morgana!
You whisper to and against the taste
Of herbs and cherries.
You pull back to discover that you want another taste,
Because somehow it is not strange to kiss Morgana
Or take off her dress, and her nipples are like cherries
That you have to stroke and pinch and bite and mouth,
Until she cries out.
Later she'll tell you -- you'll hear spells from her mouth.
You'll learn that your mistress has a taste
For power, and there's things you'll find out,
Like the sour taste -- well. There's worms in some cherries:
One is Morgana.
thefuturequeen's Gwen Battle Winter '09. One is a poem, the other is prose.Title: Mending
Author: kaizoku
Notes: Gwen, gen. 430 words. Betaed by the superb
allyndra.Mending
Gwen has socks to darn, a rip in her dress to sew up, and a pair of Morgana's boots that need mending. As well, Merlin brought her some mail yesterday that he needs a hand fixing and a broken sword that's definitely not fixable at all. Not to mention the crack in the window fitting that's letting in a draft.
Then there are the people problems. Morgana is out of sorts with both Uther and Arthur; Arthur isn't speaking to Merlin; and Merlin is annoyed with Gaius for some reason she can't finagle out of him. Gwen went to have a chat with Gaius earlier and told him she thought Morgana was still having trouble sleeping, though she hasn't said anything. She didn't see Morgana all day (Gwen suspects she went off for a long walk by herself) but she put flowers on her table and tidied the room up a bit. She didn't get a chance to talk to Arthur, but she smiled at him in the hallway and he actually smiled back, so he must not be too bad off. These things between Merlin and Arthur seem to pass over fairly quickly, anyway.
Uther is not a problem she can sort out -- nor would she try. Gwen hears things though, like about the invaders from the north and a contested throne in Dumnonia, and she knows those troubles must be preying on Uther's mind. When she sees him -- almost always from afar -- he often has a troubled look, as if his thoughts are far away. She pities the man, despite what he has taken from her.
Once in a while, Gwen imagines having that much responsibility -- an entire kingdom on your head. In some ways, she thinks, it might be easier. With so much power, you could change things quickly -- make huge sweeping amendments. And you could help so many more people. In her more daring moments, the idea appeals to her immensely.
Then there are other times when she can't stand being a part of this intricate tapestry of people and events. She has worked in the palace for seven years, since she was thirteen, and she knows from experience how important each link is, each knot in the thread -- how tied up in each they all are. For all her stitching, sometimes Gwen just wants to be ripped asunder, torn away from it all. To have no one depending on her and no one wanting anything.
And yet, strangely, it's easier for her to imagine ruling Camelot than leaving it.
Title: Sour Cherries
Author: kaizoku
Notes: A "quintina" (like a sestina but five not six lines/stanzas.) Gwen/Morgana, R. Betaed by
allyndra.Sour Cherries
Out in the orchard with Morgana
Picking the earliest cherries
One for the basket, two in your mouth
Sucking the sourness out
To leave a sweet taste.
Stretched on a branch to pinch off cherries
You followed her up and too far out
A rush of leaves and air and you taste
Dirt, the sting of blood, but Morgana,
She touches your mouth.
And then she stops and spits a pit out,
Leans forward slowly and her mouth
Is on your mouth. Morgana!
You whisper to and against the taste
Of herbs and cherries.
You pull back to discover that you want another taste,
Because somehow it is not strange to kiss Morgana
Or take off her dress, and her nipples are like cherries
That you have to stroke and pinch and bite and mouth,
Until she cries out.
Later she'll tell you -- you'll hear spells from her mouth.
You'll learn that your mistress has a taste
For power, and there's things you'll find out,
Like the sour taste -- well. There's worms in some cherries:
One is Morgana.
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